the yellows of autumn

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last day in canada
the yellow leaves of autumn
the bold yellows up down mill creek beneath the clear blue skies
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when i return it'll be far more wintry
will be heading fast for zero and still only
gathering momentum in its plummet
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the head quiescing
calming
slowing
desummering

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the blog
this blog
slowly
naturally
petering out
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meanwhile
in somewhere apparently more real
my old mate bruce macrae
a canadian i first met at the plunge club
live art extravaganza in south london
run by the fabulous
on-her-own-planet
Rene Eyre
where is she now?
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back then Bruce was a musician
and i used to book him as the
musical act at poetry cabarets
but after
err
meeting me
err
he
errred
became a poet
and has had
hundreds of poems
published
over 700
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he showed up in the line-up for a
show of mine in Victoria 3 years ago
and now lives in BC
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he bases his lifestyle round writing
goes home early so he can wake v early dawning and write
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somewhere where the muse meets obsession and dedication
you'll find bruce and his mulling musing mind
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and he now has his first book out
THE SO-CALLED SONNETS
published by silenced press
out of Ohio
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good luck bruce
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england tomorrow
my sis is over from oz
with the fledgling brood of aussies
jackson, lily, etc
so i's off for 24 days in blight
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no plan for the weeks
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